* Got very nicely whiskeyed up the hill-that-is-pleasant. One minute there was a full bottle of sherry cask Grants, the next it had mysteriously vanished and somebody had stolen my ability to walk in straight lines. Also I suddenly wanted to eat a kebab. Weird.
* One of my mentoring friends is looking into getting me partnered up with the brother of his mentee. I took some time to think about how I felt about this prospect, and whether I'd have the time. I figure these are the kinds of things we make time for, though. Still a bit bummed out that my guy got taken away across the North Island, which reminds me: must get onto a letter for him.
* Slutwalk is happening! You should totally join in if you agree that nobody is to blame for rape other than rapists (the Toronto website sums up the 'why' very well). It would be cool to see more menfolk getting involved... it's pretty shit that us menz largely get away with having as much sex as we like while women continue to have their sexuality policed. Slut shaming feeds into rape culture, you dig homes?
* I hopefully have a pretty decent freelance job on the horizon. It involves a website for an umbrella group of organisations all over the country, as well as branding, print material and social media stuff. Exciting! At this point I figure sleeping is for the weak/people who aren't idiots, so what the hell. Plus, money. Money is nice and can be exchanged, as Homer points out, for goods and services.
* 48 hour film festival is on the horizon, looming like a great threatening wave of madness and no sleep. This will be our... sixth year? Seventh? Lots, anyway. Having done sock puppet film noir, fairy tale kung fu, zombie documentary and co-joined twin kidnapping tale amongst others, I can't wait to see what we come up with this time.
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